sevens fall in eighths

Written by SpaSeboy
Jesse Allen Anderson


7 times 11
Is this the oman
That contrives my fortune
Are we cemented
In a wishing well
My wings are ripped and dented
The wishes falling down to hell

the orchestration of heavenly beings
gleams on above from the heavens
the big band trumps and the hi-hat snares
The angels are just, nothing compares
Heaven sent them down in a gust
This is the seal
That forever bears my trust..

And I can't retire this pure fire (purifier)
I drag like smoke and crush your empire
I light my suspect with my intellect and know
the cause & effect
you convinced them all that i would never turn out
but you'll be ashes long before I ever burn out.

This is the day of the underground!
And gravity judges all abound.

Ashes! Ashes!
You all fall down!